Here is the scene: Melanie sat at the small café, sipping a hot cup of coffee and examining her camera. The sun was shining through the window, casting a warm glow on her face. She was lost in thought, replaying the strange events of the previous night in her mind. Just as she was about to take a sip of her coffee, a tall, imposing figure walked in and approached her table. He had a rugged, no-nonsense look about him, with a sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes. "Excuse me, miss," he said. "Mind if I join you?" Melanie looked up, startled, and shook her head. "Nein, ich... ich bin beschäftigt," she stammered, her eyes darting back to her camera. The man looked confused. "I'm sorry, what?" Melanie's eyes widened in fright. "Was ist los? Ich meine... Was möchten Sie?" she asked, her voice trembling. The man pulled out a badge and flashed it at her. "Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a string of disappearances in this town. I understand you were at the festival last night?" Melanie's eyes filled with tears as she nodded. "Ja, ich war dort. Es war so schrecklich," she sobbed. Hunter's eyes narrowed. "Can you tell me what you saw?" Melanie's hands shook as she struggled to find the words. "Es war so dunkel und... und... Oh Gott, es war so grausam!" Hunter's face scrunched up in confusion. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Melanie's voice dropped to a whisper. "Erinnerst du dich nicht? Sie haben ihn... sie haben ihn geholt." Hunter's eyes darted around the café, his face reddening with frustration. "Ma'am, I don't understand what you're saying. Can you please speak English?" Melanie's eyes welled up with tears again. "Ich kann nicht... Ich spreche kein Englisch," she stammered. Hunter rubbed his temples, looking like he was at a loss for what to do. Just then, his phone rang. He pulled it out, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, I have to take this. Excuse me." Melanie nodded, still shaken, and watched as Hunter walked out of the café, phone pressed to his ear. Here is the voice sheet: Melanie: "Nein, ich